“I don’t care about Januarys, I only care about my nine lives and am not yet ready for my tenth. I am in a cage. Are you going to sell me on the feline slave market?”

“No Tabby, of course not. It is the day when you visit auntie doctor for your annual jabs.”

“For what? I am healthy, active and feel fine, at least I did until you put me in this cage. Let me out.”

“Tabby you will be at home before you can say Bastet.”

“I have no intention of saying Bastet or even seeing him today. I have an important appointment with a branch of catnip. Mr. Human, put me down, I do not like this, I am swaying back and forth.”

Half an hour later

“Tabby how was it?”

“Don’t ask silly questions. Dr. Frankensntein/Mabuse or whatever her name wasinserted a needle in my private parts. It was insulting. Then she had the audacity to say I had traces of tartar on my teeth. I had visions of my teeth being scraped with a saw, but she said it was not so bad. Then came the insult that I have put on weight, 300 grammes”

“You should really have more exercise Tabby, instead of sleeping the day away.”

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Three Cool Cats, Nera, Tabby and Fluffy

This blog belongs to Tabby the cat that owns me. There two other cats Nera and Fluffy but they left for the eternal corn chambers, never to be forgotten and sometimes they still pay a visit on this page. They see life from a feline perspective. They sleep 23 hours a day and spend an hour looking for somewhere to sleep. Their hobbies are eating, sleeping, hunting and birdwatching.